"Boats in space full of people going about their life, shopping and eating. That sounds nice. It sounds insulated too. Hm." Red looked off to the side and then up at the sky. It was dusk, a nice yellow-orange, and there were no grids. That made smirk softly before her blue eyes fell back onto Isaac.

"Cloudbank was very insulated. Imagine, if you can, the Function of a toaster oven. It's a machine which when ordered to and given the raw materials will produce food. Now imagine a machine so large that it's an entire city, and the raw materials are endlessly recycled and regenerated, and the command input is via popular vote on consoles around the city. That was Cloudbank. One week they may want a bridge in the Golden district, and the Process would build it and make that happen. The week after that, the bridge is no longer popular and instead a plaza is wanted. The Process makes it happen." Red tilted her head and finished off the potato. "Can you imagine it, Isaac?"